“Don’t dwell on how everyone came back.”
“Celebrate the fact that you’re alive.”
“Celebrate tomorrow.”
“Celebrate the chance to rebuild our home.”
“So tonight…”
“Cheer with all your hearts!”
“Celebrate without regret!”
Standing atop a massive temporary stage, Alvin spoke into the microphone, his voice echoing across the town.
Below the stage, his father and mother watched with unmistakable pride.
“Oniisan is so cool!”
A black-haired boy with neatly cut ear-length hair looked up at the stage with admiration.
“When I grow up, I’m going to throw a coming-of-age celebration this huge too!”
“I’ll invite the entire town!”
Beside him, a long-haired girl with silky black hair clasped her hands together dreamily.
The square was packed.
Nearly everyone present had once been a resident of Radish Town.
Laughter, cheers, and joyful cries filled the air as people celebrated the miracle of being alive once more.
Every corner of the enormous plaza overflowed with people.
Stacks of fresh ingredients had been prepared everywhere.
Anyone could cook whatever they wanted.
Families and friends gathered around grills, sharing food and stories.
Even strangers were welcome to join in.
On a night like this…
No one refused to share a meal.
After finishing his speech, Alvin stepped down from the stage, leaving the rest of the event to the town’s two professional hosts.
Anyone who wanted to perform could register backstage, receive a number, and take the stage.
Tonight wasn’t about formalities.
It was a festival of life.
A celebration for everyone who had been given a second chance.
…
Later…
Alvin brought Lazuli to meet his parents.
“Dad.”
“Mom.”
“This is my girlfriend…”
“Lazuli.”
Normally calm and composed, Lazuli suddenly became shy.
Her delicate cheeks flushed a soft crimson.
“So pretty!”
Alvin’s younger sister happily took Lazuli’s hand.
“My future sister-in-law is gorgeous!”
Alvin’s parents smiled warmly.
His mother, especially, looked at Lazuli with unconcealed affection.
She removed the bracelet from her own wrist and gently slipped it onto Lazuli’s.
She couldn’t have been happier with her future daughter-in-law.
After overcoming her initial shyness, Lazuli naturally joined Alvin’s family in conversation, chatting with them as though she had known them for years.
…
Once that was done, Alvin brought his family over to meet the others.
“Everyone…”
“These are the friends I met during this journey.”
He began introducing them one by one.
“This is Master Roshi.”
“The greatest martial artist on Earth.”
“This is Bulma.”
“The heiress of Capsule Corporation.”
“This is Son Goku.”
“Master Roshi’s disciple.”
…
One by one, everyone greeted each other with smiles.
The atmosphere was warm and relaxed.
When Alvin introduced Krillin…
Krillin’s eyes immediately locked onto Alvin’s younger sister.
He stared so obviously that she couldn’t help laughing, making the bald martial artist blush in embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Lazuli introduced her own family.
Soon, both families were chatting happily together.
Before long…
The conversation naturally drifted toward the topic of marriage.
Alvin’s mother and Lazuli’s mother sat side by side as Lazuli recounted everything that had happened over the past few days.
The desperate escape…
The battles…
The deaths…
And the miracle of everyone returning to life.
By the time she finished, both mothers were quietly wiping tears from their eyes.
“You’ve both been through so much…”
“Thank you…”
“…for everything you’ve done.”
The two mothers pulled Alvin close, fussing over him with endless concern, making sure he was truly unharmed.
Nearby, Goku laughed and chatted with everyone.
Watching Alvin surrounded by his loving family, he suddenly fell silent.
“Did I…
have a father and mother too?”
Ever since losing his memories, his parents had existed only as two indistinct silhouettes in the back of his mind.
The only family he truly remembered was Grandpa Gohan.
Grandpa Gohan had never spoken about his parents, and Goku had never asked.
For the first time in his life…
He wished he could see their faces clearly.
“Goku!”
“Is it true you’re really as amazing as Lazuli-neesan says?”
“I heard you fought in the World Martial Arts Tournament and came in second!”
Alvin’s younger brother and sister excitedly ran over to him.
Both were around Goku’s age, and before long the three of them were laughing and playing together.
Krillin, who was about the same age, soon joined in.
Still dressed in his neat little suit, he kept “accidentally” drifting closer to Alvin’s younger sister whenever he got the chance.
Before long, the children’s group happily welcomed Chiaotzu as well.
Using his psychic powers, Chiaotzu lifted a stone into the air.
Alvin’s younger siblings stared in amazement.
“That’s so cool!”
“Teach us that superpower!”
Their excited shouts made everyone nearby laugh.
With King Piccolo finally defeated, Master Roshi quickly reverted to his usual self.
Instead of acting like a wise martial arts master, he spent the entire celebration wandering from one beautiful woman to another, grinning from ear to ear.
Bulma stayed beside Yamcha, but Yamcha’s attention was anything but focused on his girlfriend.
His eyes constantly wandered toward every attractive young woman at the party.
Bulma noticed immediately and grew increasingly irritated.
…
“So that’s what happened.”
“You defeated King Piccolo, and afterward the Guardian acknowledged your deeds and brought everyone back to life.”
After hearing the entire story, Lazuli’s father looked at Alvin with newfound approval.
When he’d first been resurrected and discovered his precious daughter already had a boyfriend…
He’d nearly collapsed.
At the time, he’d wanted nothing more than to find a hundred reasons why Alvin wasn’t good enough and chase him away.
But after hearing everything his daughter had gone through…
After learning how Alvin had risked his life to save countless people…
His opinion had completely changed. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Still…
“I’m not handing my daughter over that easily.”
“Don’t get cocky just because you saved the world.”
Listening to his future father-in-law’s lecture, Alvin nodded repeatedly.
“I understand.”
“I’ll keep working hard.”
Standing nearby, Lazuli watched the scene with smiling eyes, thoroughly enjoying seeing Alvin being scolded until he was sweating nervously.
…
“Come to think of it…”
Alvin’s father suddenly spoke up.
“Shouldn’t our town build a statue of the Guardian?”
“He brought everyone back to life.”
“We ought to honor him every year.”
“After all, he’s the genuine Guardian of Earth—not some fake deity invented by a religion.”
As the town mayor, he had to think about the future of the entire community.
There was no way they could simply hide such a miraculous mass resurrection.
Otherwise, some people might end up falling prey to dangerous cults in search of an explanation.
So everyone had already agreed on a single story.
They deliberately omitted any mention of the Dragon Balls and simply told everyone that the Guardian had revived the dead.
Keeping the Dragon Balls a secret was the safest way to prevent them from falling into the wrong hands.
Hearing his father’s suggestion…
Alvin froze.
He has a point…
But there’s a problem.
The Guardian is literally Piccolo…
Well…
technically, the Guardian and King Piccolo are two halves of the same being.
We know that.
No one else does.
So how exactly am I supposed to explain why the Guardian’s statue looks exactly like the Demon King?
“I…
think we should wait on that.”
“Once the town has been rebuilt, Goku and I are going to train with the Guardian.”
“I’ll ask him about it then.”
For now, Alvin decided postponing the discussion was the safest option.
Goku had already told him that Korin planned to take the two of them somewhere for special training.
Knowing the original story, Alvin had a pretty good idea where that “somewhere” was.
The Lookout, floating high above Korin Tower.
“Fine.”
“But when you go, let me know beforehand.”
“I’ll prepare some gifts for the Guardian.”
“He brought so many people back to life.”
“We should thank him properly.”
Alvin’s father spoke earnestly.
“Dad…”
“He’s the Guardian of Earth.”
“He doesn’t really lack anything.”
Alvin said helplessly.
His father immediately glared at him.
“You brat!
What do you know?”
“It’s basic courtesy!”
“A thoughtful gift is never wasted!”
Neither of Alvin’s parents had ever considered the possibility that their son might one day become the Guardian’s disciple—or even his successor.
To ordinary people like them…
The very word ‘Guardian’ was sacred.
It was a position far beyond anything they dared imagine for their own son.
Send those stones my way—the more, the merrier.